The Atacama Desert – the driest place on Earth. A little bit of sand, a little bit of grit and volcanoes on the horizon. From time to time cities emerge from the fuscous brown landscape. The clay houses and tin buildings prevail. Small tufts of grass and indefatigable trees struggle with the wind. Dust does not spare anything and anyone.

In the west the desert meets the ocean. The powers of two elements clash: earth versus water. The silence of land tries to drown out the sound of the waves. The Pacific, however, does not give up. I spend hours sitting and staring at it. I am hypnotized.